Carmen and Pasquale at Bergamo Airport

You stand side by side, i miei cugini,the Italian version of "American Gothic"bisected by iron security gates, to watch ussnaking in inches toward X-ray machines.Your eyes glisten like the last buds of autumn.We carry the luggage of your love.It weighs nothing. But when the plane liftsinto the night sky, only the moonhas more luminescence, more weightthan my heart